I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

altar. Same mouth.

“No,” I said.

She wiped under one eye with the heel of her hand. “You always do this.”

I actually blinked at that.

“Do what?”

“Make everything about you.”

For a second I thought I might laugh again, but it didn’t come.

“Emily,” I said, “I caught on fire.”

She flinched. Tiny. Real.

I kept going because I was tired. Not brave. Just tired clear continue reading …